Saturday Afternoon
One difference between Chicago and St. Louis that I haven’t considered before: In STL, rivers are borders; in Chicago they are not.
I wound up trying a Divvy. It’s a bicycle. I’m a tourist.
I need to stop writing and start writing.
I don’t want to get all racial, but I randomly wandered into what seems to be a very Mexican-American bar in a Mexican-American neighborhood. Everyone is friendly and warm. The establishment seems well-run. A lot of locals and regulars. I’m comfortable here.
I have a beer, and now I’m writing.
The bartender is from Jalisco, and the patron next to me might have family there.
I have a margarita, and I’m no longer writing.
I don’t have sloppy handwriting, it just has a lot of character. Also, as a writer, I think not being able to read parts of my draft is essential to the editing process; it requires me to think of something better.
TV at the bar:
This film is rated PG-13 for sexual innuendo, drug content, and partying. Parties are inappropriate for twelve-year-olds.
A scene where people are playing racquetball. I really want to play racquetball again.
This heart disease prevention medication commercial is really dramatic, but in a real, connective way, not a silly way. The pill does have a silly name, though.
Bridesmaids was written by women, but directed by a man.
My friends drive a gray Mazda CX-5. These good and crazy people, my married friends.
Visiting an art museum often stirs personal conflict. This is magnified by recently seeing Hamilton. Each gallery demonstrates examples of post-life legacy. Philosophically I reject pursuing personal legacy, but as a creative, how can I avoid the practical application?
Art: does it persist because it is good, or is it good because it perists? And am I clever because I can orchestrate a turn of phrase?
Some things, particularly attitudes and philosophies are surprisingly old, or surprisingly new.
Viewing a large scale piece of art. In the signature, the artist also credits his assistants. Unheard of.
At dinner, old friends (and mostly me) talk about regrets we don’t have.